I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

"Ten thousand Pure Land Sects!"

Zou Mubai's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a weight that could not be ignored, echoing in the quiet air.

His eyes were deep, revealing his complex emotions about what was about to be mentioned.

He Ronger and Xu Chong's bodies stiffened almost at the same time when they heard this.

He Ronger turned to look at Zou Mubai, curiosity and confusion flashing in her eyes.

Xu Chong expressed his inner shock more directly. His pupils dilated slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his throat rolled unconsciously, as if he was trying to swallow the saliva secreted due to nervousness.

"Is it the Wan Jing Sect that I know?"

Xu Chong's voice trembled slightly, with a bit of uncertainty and fear. He asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that his guess would come true.

Zou Mubai nodded slightly, but that simple action was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, turning all their speculations into reality.

Xu Chong's face instantly lost its color and became extremely pale, as if he had been suddenly hit by a cold wave.

His eyes showed both fear of the unknown and deep worry about the challenges he was about to face.

Wan Jing Zong, this name is not just a sect to him. The secrets and dangers hidden behind it are enough to make any practitioner feel cold.

In comparison, He Ronger seemed a little confused.

She turned to look at Xu Chong, her eyes full of confusion: "What's wrong with you? Isn't it just Wanjing Sect? It sounds like a very powerful place. Why do you seem scared?"

There was some confusion and worry in her tone, and she obviously didn't realize the meaning behind Wan Jingzong.

Xu Chong took a deep breath and tried to calm his disordered emotions.

He slowly explained, "Little aunt, you don't know. Wan Jing Sect is indeed extraordinary.

It is located on an isolated island by the sea that has been forgotten by the world. The island is shrouded in a layer of strange fog all year round. It is said that the fog contains evil spirits that can corrode people's hearts.

Even if a cultivator has a high level of cultivation, if his heart is not firm enough, once he steps into that area, he is very likely to be disturbed by evil spirits. At the very least, his cultivation will be damaged, and at the worst, he will go astray and fall into a place of no return."

At this point, Xu Chong's voice became even deeper, and his eyes became more serious.

He looked at Zou Mubai pitifully. His eyes, which usually sparkled with an unruly light, were now filled with pleading: "Brother Zou, can I...can I not go? I really..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and the last few words were almost drowned out by his own uneasiness.

There was a hint of trembling in his words and his eyes were full of fear and avoidance of the unknown, like a child who was about to face strong winds and huge waves but longed for a safe haven.

When He Ronger saw this, although she was confused, she also felt a bit of sympathy.

She blinked her clear and harmless eyes and asked curiously, "Xu Chong, why don't you want to go? Is it because your Tao heart is unstable?"

Her tone was full of sincerity and confusion, and she was completely unaware that this question might touch upon the secret that Xu Chong had hidden for many years.

When Xu Chong heard this, his face changed slightly, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally just shook his head, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I... I'm not... that... I just..."

His words were intermittent, and he was obviously trying to find a convincing excuse that would not reveal his secret.

However, this excuse is not easy to find.

He was well aware of his special physique and abilities, which were a secret he had carefully hidden for many years.

He was afraid that once he said it, it would not only scare He Ronger, but would also likely bring unnecessary trouble and attention.

Therefore, he could only choose to remain silent and let the anxiety and fear ferment silently in his heart.

Recalling his past, Xu Chong couldn't help but feel emotional.

He was a carefree person and was never afraid of obstacles in his cultivation. Living happily was the most important thing to him. He had listened to his grandfather and came to the spirit world to study in order to live a better life.

Fortunately, he was born with a special physique, so he didn't need to practice as hard as others, and he was able to advance easily.

However, this talent also brought him a lot of trouble.

The existence of those wandering souls made him feel an invisible pressure and awe at all times. He did not dare to approach them easily, and he did not dare to imagine that one day he would go deep into a place like Wanjing Sect that was shrouded in evil spirits.

Zou Mubai's tone was firm and cold, leaving no room for negotiation: "No, you have to go."

These words pierced Xu Chong's heart like ice. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that all his words seemed so pale and powerless.

Zou Mubai did not give him any chance to refute. When he turned around, his back seemed resolute and distant, leaving Xu Chong alone standing there, with a look of despair on his face.

Fei Xiuwen witnessed this scene from the side and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile contained both gloating over Xu Chong's current situation and anticipation for unknown challenges.

He patted Xu Chong's shoulder gently, gave him a look that said "Good luck to you, brother", and then prepared to leave.

"Okay, let's get ready tonight and set off early tomorrow morning." Fei Xiuwen's voice echoed in the empty room with unquestionable authority.

As he was about to step out of the door, he seemed to remember something important, stopped, turned around and added, "By the way, this time you two have to pretend to be disciples going to the Wan Jing Sect to become disciples. Not only must your behavior match your status, but you must also have some understanding of the Wan Jing Sect and do your homework to avoid exposing yourself."

These words were like a heavy hammer, striking Xu Chong and He Ronger's hearts again.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and helplessness.

Going to Wanjing Sect, a scary place shrouded in evil spirits, is already frightening, and now they have to disguise themselves as disciples and join the sect, which is undoubtedly difficult for them.

He Ronger recalled the Wan Jing Sect disciples she had met by chance in the town before. The indifference and arrogance in their eyes still made her feel frightened.

She knew very well that Wanjing Sect was by no means a good place, and she had to be fully prepared.

Thinking of this, she made a decisive decision: "No, I need to change my appearance."

As she spoke, she picked up the spirit mink in her arms, hurried back to her room, and began to prepare the items needed for disguise.

Xu Chong was left where he was, looking at He Ronger's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew he couldn't escape and could only accept this reality silently.

However, he was filled with anxiety and fear about the upcoming challenges.

"No, I have to go find old man and ask for something to save my life." After saying that, Xu Chong rushed out of the yard like a gust of wind.